About a year or so ago, my dog and I had an encounter with what is referred to as a "stickman".

It was a bit after 4am and I was wrapping up some late night work from home. My piece was done, but there was another team that needed to run through a battery of tests. While waiting on them, I decided to duck out for 15 minutes to catch a smoke and get my dog out.

When we got downstairs and outside, I let me dog off leash so she go find her perfect spot to pee and poop (seriously, it takes her forever to pick a spot) while I lit up my cigarette and kept an eye on her. A few minutes pass and my dog starts narrowing in on a spot to crap. Being the responsible dog owner I am, I start walking her way with poop bag in hand ready to pick up whatever foul present she had decided to gift the lawn with. However, just as she about to hunch over and squeeze one out, she went ridged and started growling at the tree about 10 feet in front of her.

I kept walking towards her, but looked over towards the tree. With no street lights and it being the dead of night, I couldn't make anything out nor could I hear anything. However, my dog was convinced something was over there. So, to get her to chill the fuck out before she started barking and woke everyone up, I started walking towards the tree in an attempt to show her nothing was wrong. I think I got within 5 or 6 feet of the tree before it stepped out from behind it and in front of me. It was tall. Really tall! I actually had to look up to see it's head. Being 6'7" myself, that doesn't happen to me all that often. Beyond the tallness, it was skinny. Like too skinny to host organs skinny. It was all black too with no real discernible features including the face. I just stood there for a second and so did it. Then it turned around and ran from us in the weirdest fashion. Almost like it was floating but still moving its legs. No sound either.

I watched it as it effortlessly covered 50 or so yards and jumped a six foot fence in a matter of seconds. Then it was gone. Weirdest shit I have ever seen.

The details, of what little there are, about these creatures/apparitions seem to be consistent from story to story. The appearance usually takes place along a deserted road, or in an alley way, away from bright lights and prying eyes. The person encountering the stick men more times than not report being tired. The figures move smoothly as if gliding, they do not make any sound although the air around them is reportedly charged with static.

The actual stick men themselves seem indifferent to us unless provoked or if they realize they have been spotted. Then they will flee quickly or in some rare instances will approach quickly in a frightening display of aggravation. However, there have been no reported incidents of anyone being touched or harmed by the mysterious beings.

I saved this thread when I saw it last month so I could read through it on a slow day like today. Sorry to necro your post, but had to share.

I've seen this guy too. I was ten. We were moving out of my childhood house the next morning. I'm trying to fall asleep when I see that stickman run from the hallway into my room, turn, and leap out the window. Saw him late at night the next night while riding in the moving truck. He was running by the roadside. Dad chuckled when I tried to tell him what I saw.

Hmmm, the best way I can describe it was that the neck was as wide as its body while the head was a little bit more round near the dome, but not as round or long as a human head would be in proportion to the rest of the body. So, I guess in that sense it was more like a matchstick, just with an oddly proportioned match head.... if that makes sense. The only other thing I noticed was I couldn't tell where the head ended and the neck began.

It’s curious. These type of stories always have some quiet dog go nuts and start barking at the apparent nothingness out of nowhere, but the dog never approaches whatever he’s barking at. Never. No matter the race, no matter the size, no matter how wild the dog could be, it never fucking approaches it.

I don’t know what you saw, but how could it be that across many years of history nobody or anything was able to hurt or capture these types of creatures? I call bullshit dog, not on you, but on these type of stories.

It's hard to take you seriously though because you got a couple things wrong. First, It's a she not a he. And second, she never started barking. All she did was go ridged and start to growl. That's how my story went - She never barked. She never barked because she was afraid. Dogs can feel and react to fear like humans do by locking up. The dog is also mine. She answers to me. If I wanted her to approach, she would have. That's the whole basic concept of training a dog.

What I will give you is that it does seem like bs. Had I not had a dog with me I might even believed it was bs myself and dismissed it.